Old Mrs. Song clearly did not want to deal with him, and ordered the maid, "Go and make some tea, use the Da Hong Pao that eldest son sent last time..."
"You remember that I like to drink Da Hong Pao," Liang Dongfan immediately continued.
Old Mrs. Song smiled faintly, "With such a simple preference, how could I forget?"
"Then do you know what my favorite thing to drink is?"
Waiting for Old Mrs. Song to finish...
"Hahahaha..." Liang Dongfan burst into hearty laughter, "My nephew loves to drink it too! The first time we met, I offered her this tea, right, nephew?"
Sheng Congzhi could only nod, "Yes."
"These days, not many people appreciate tea, not to mention young people. Zhizhi is only twenty-one years old..."
"I'm twenty-two now, Mr. Liang," Sheng Congzhi reminded.
